DISCLAIMER: I do not own a thing. Ally Carter does. So, unfortunately, all credit for characters (except for David Joseph) goes to her…

Behind Glass Doors

Chapter 10:

Cammie's POV:

As I silently walked through the front doors of our mansion, I could hear the laughter and talking coming from the Great Hall. I hate to be the one to bring a halt in the merry atmosphere but I really need to be in demand if I'm going to get the answers I so desperately want.

I flung the doors of the Great Hall open dramatically (I bet Macey's pretty proud of me) and marched my way up to the staff table at the head of the hall. I could see countless faces gaping at me speechlessly. But none if them really mattered…except my parents', of course.

"Mom. Dad. Office. NOW!" I commandeered. I admit; my tone shocked me as well. But I figured that if I ever wanted the answers I so desperately needed, I was going to have to show them exactly whose boss.

I waited as my parents filed into mom's office, followed by Mr Solomon. He wasn't supposed to be here. But seeing that he insisted, and he had some intell required, I allowed him to follow. After I watched each take a seat: my parents on the couch with my teacher on the arm of it, I shut the door delicately and locked it securely. I made my way to the other side of the coffee table, directly opposite the adults. I was quivering with urgency.

"I want a status report…" I dictated, "NOW!"

All three adults looked at each other. They were unsure whether or not to tell me, I could see it in their gaze. But most of all, they were surprised. They were wondering where I had learned to take control of an interrogation like this.

"Pumpkin," my dad uttered cautiously, "we have no-"

"-idea what I'm talking about," I completed coldly. "Yeah I know, I've heard it all before."

I glowered at them. My patience was definitely wearing thin.

"You know, for spies, you are terrible liars," I denounced, "and terribly forgetful, as well."

Nothing. I was only met by silence.

"You know just as well as I do that no one is supposed to interrupt our Sunday dinners unless it is of high-class urgency." I turned my glare to Mr Solomon. "Am I correct?"

"Yes."

Solomon's voice was barely above a whisper. Good. That meant he knew who was running this interrogation.

"And yet you still cut in."

"Yes."

I transferred my inner-fury towards my parents, who both sat there; turned slightly towards each other but slightly to me, gripping each other's hand with white knuckles.

"So what is it…" I began with a sharp edge in my voice, "that is of grave importance, that you are hiding from me?"

Silence. My eye was twitching impatiently. I was seriously getting sick of this.

"What do already know?"

Finally. Dad had broken the silence, unfortunately, with the wrong statement.

"Oh come on, Cam!" he cried. "You honestly believed that we thought you knew nothing! What do you think we are? Amateurs?"

"Matt!" mom was hissing at dad. "We are not supposed to talk!"

I pretended as if I hadn't heard mom's outburst and spoke directly to dad.

"I know a lot of things," I began, "for example Ms. Cassandra Goode is dead. That she was under the manipulating control of someone, a he I must add, of higher power. And it wasn't she that wanted me dead."

Mom sighed. Too late backing out now. So I pulled up a chair from mom's desk and sat down, waiting for an explanation.

"So they just told you?"

I was back in my dorm with Bex, Macey and Liz. We were all sitting on the bathroom floor with the door shut tightly, steam drifting around us lazily. It was well into the night, 11:14pm to be exact, but we all resisted sleep in exchange for details.

I nodded to answer Bex's question.

"You didn't even have to use any interrogation torture tactics?" she asked disbelievingly.

I shook my head with differ.

"Where's the fun in that?" she sighed. Bex was obviously bummed by the lack of action in a real interrogation. Well, as real as she was getting at this point.

I had already told them every last detail that my parents had shared with me. I told them about Zach's mom, Aeron Cavan (the leader of the actual Circle itself and most current descendant from Ioseph, himself), about the recent security breaches at Langley and at the Pentagon (which is kinda hard to believe seeing as Langley and the Pentagon pretty much want nothing to do with each other) and I told them about Gilly; how she was engaged to Ioseph before she broke it off when she found out his assassination plans.

"But there's still one thing that I haven't told you."

All three looked at me worriedly before scooting closer to make sure they heard right. They were judging by my voice, that I wasn't exactly comfortable saying what was about to come next.

"Josh knows."

Bex and Macey exchanged confused glances to each other. However, Liz, being the genius that she is, understood instantly.

"Exactly how much does Josh know?" she asked attentively.

A moment of quietude spread throughout the room. I wasn't so sure if Bex and Macey had understood what I meant, what Liz and I meant. But as I answered, I spoke to Liz directly.

"Everything."

I thought I'd never have to do this again. Well, I guess old habits die hard, as in really hard. In case you don't catch my drift; I'm sneaking out…again. Bex, Macey, Liz and I are currently walking through the dusty, cobweb-filled passageway that was hidden behind the Family Tapestry of Gillian Gallagher.

We had left the safety of our dorm to sneak out to town. I know this sounds crazy but…we were sneaking out to kidnap Josh…and interrogate him, for good measures. The fact was; I was sloppy. The moment that he told me what he knew I entered a state of shock. I hadn't even bothered to ask how he knew. Yeah…sloppy.

"Josh's intel better be worth this," Macey whined for the thousandth time. "My hair is a wreck!"

Liz and I sighed. Bex stopped from behind me and whirred around to face Macey.

"Mace, as much as I love you…" she began irritated, "…I seriously hate your whining. So if you want to graduate this year, suck it up 'cause cobwebs and dust is the minimum damage."

And with that said, Bex whirred back around and pushed past me, leaving me in between them - in dangerous territory.

"Fine." Macey muttered darkly. "No need to get bitchy. Talk about PMS."

I smiled slightly at Macey's remark, because it was, in fact, Bex's time of month…if you catch my drift. The rest of the trudge through the dark was silence, neither comfortable nor awkward. By the time Bex stepped out into the moonlight, the moon was well beyond our heads.

"Good. There are plenty of shadows to hide us…" Bex complimented, "…unless we reach the centre of the moon's light. Then, we're as good as dead."

I smirked at her honesty. Trust Bex to make us realise the danger or trouble of our situation.

We darted in and out of shadows, doorways, alleyways, all until we had no other places to hide. So, we blend. Well, at least we tried to. It isn't exactly easy to look harmless while strolling the streets at 1 in morning. In fact, people would immediately be suspicious just by the fact that we were strolling the streets at 1 in the morning.

Finally, we arrived at the corner of Bellis Street. We searched for the all-too familiar house that contained our subject, or shall I use the term victim. Upon finding Josh's house, I led the girls into the backyard discreetly. Bex grapple hooked a line so we could climb in through Josh's window on the second storey.

I waited for Bex to lead. But she didn't. Instead, she gestured to the line with an expression saying 'well? What the hell are you waiting for?' I sighed and hooked myself up.

I landed with a soft thud on the inside of Josh's room. It was just as I had imagined, a simple all-American teenage boy's room. It had its fair share of clutter, with discarded clothing here and there. The desk was crowded with open textbooks. The walls were plastered with posters of bands and models in bikinis. Just typical, very typical. And then, in the furthest corner of the room, was Josh, sleeping like a baby. Too bad that baby was about to be roused.

I tiptoed my way through the slight mess until I was standing by Josh's bedside. He looked so peaceful, so serene. I almost didn't want to wake him. But, unfortunately, I knew I had to. So, I lightly scrambled onto his bed so I was straddling his dozing waist. I prepared the cloth with chloroform so when he did wake up, he couldn't scream.

I halted. How exactly was I going to wake him? Well, I knew a way, but then I'd be being disloyal to Zach. I thought. I'm sure he would understand. After all, a spy's got to do what a spy's got to do.

I leaned down bit by bit until my lips grazed with Josh's. Josh's response was immediate, almost as if he had expected it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged me deeper into the kiss. Immediately, I flew back as if I were electrocuted. As I withdrew, Josh's eyes snapped open.

"What the-"